Fair as a flower

Fair as a flower
She strolls through the courtyard
Her delicate feet
hardly touch the ground
As if she flies
Her eyes as blue as the deepest lake
Gaze at the windowsill
Slowly she walks over
A man clad in black speaking with the soldiers
Lies he tells.
Knowing he will someday be Hyrule's fate,
She sheds a tear
And whispers, "Please, release the hero within,"
The goddesses hear her
But her wish, they cannot grant.
For she is as fair as a flower.

Fair as a flower,
Her eyes fixed on the window
She hears a soft patter,
But does not pay attention.
She thinks to herself, "He is here."
But does not understand in the least.
Slowly, she turns around to see a young lad in emerald clothes.
His eyes, as blue as the sky,
While his hair resembles the sun
He does not speak but she understands
'He is the chosen one'
Without knowing, the goddesses granted her wish,
And Hyrule lies on the shoulders of a child.
His destiny, it shall be fulfilled.
The child of the King, a powerful girl
She has to rely on the powers of another.
And why?
Because she is as fair as a flower.